CHORUS: If you a playa , get it now like a playa Get it down like a playa , spit a round like a playa If you a playa , roll an ounce like a playa Get an ounce like a playa , bounce like a playa If you a playa , get it now like a playa Get it down like a playa , spit a round like a playa If you a playa , get an ounce playa , bounce , playa Bounce , bounce , bounce
(Beanie Mac) When I step in the club , bitches know my name I don't do alotta talkin bitches know my game Don't gotta buy alotta drinks bitches know my aim Y'all get them whores drunk just to get some brain When the Roc in the place , they go bezerk We make em bounce till they motherfuckin shoulders hurt Bitches lift up skirts , take off shirts Fine babysitters take off work Lose they jobs, panties , shoes and bras Niggas mad at us cuz they lose they wives I don't step up in the club without a weapon in the club Cuz niggas get drunk and kick crap up in the club That's why my tool be cocked , niggas mad cuz my shoes be blocked And my jewels be rocked If you a playa , you wouldn't be in my pocket If you a playa , you like it , you see it , you cop it
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(AMIL) If you a playa , you got the three basic niggas Your trick your lick and your dick niggas The object never fall in love wit em Run to the malls and the clubs for them If you a playa , then you choose em like a playa Use em like a playa ,then you lose em like a playa I bet I'll still be they favorite bitch Some bought me ice , some paid for whips C'mon you know the rules in this playa shit Aint no such thing as a relationship If you a playa , get it now like a playa , get it down like a playa Spit a round like a playa If you a playa , roll an ounce like a playa , get an ounce like a playa , bounce like a playa If you a playa , bounce , bounce like a playa nigga, bounce , bounce
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(Jay-Z) Jiggaman ya heard? If you a playa , will you pull up to the curb Niggas chicks fly the coupe when you pull up to them birds Why the fuck would you bring her When the rocks on that man got his whole hand lookin like ET's finger If you a playa , keep your cars with the year (year) Your watch game tight (tight) your hustle over there (uh-huh) Your house outta sight , your enemies close And your family tight and never try to make a ho your housewife
(Memphis Bleek) Yeah yeah (Uh uh) Memph Man, my nigga Tah Phife This ones for the family (What's Up?) Understand me, yeah (Uh-huh) We gonna do it right for all these bitch ass niggas talkin gangsta (R-O-C) We dem killas, real, and in studio Check it out, yo
Aiyo, this time it's for my family, we ride or die It's in the blood til the death, now aim for the sky My four blow fo show, fo doe, for only It's money, drugs and hot slugs You know Bleek squeeze hammers til they nail me Fuck wha niggas tell me Street scholar, keep firin is wha they tell me Drug chemist, thug nigga be named Memphis Straight from da borough of dem B.K. niggas Where we rob for the fun of it, hustle for the drug of it Rap money in rubba-bands, just for the love of it Straight from my ghetto, we listen to heavy metal like Desert Eagles, street sweepers, loud metal It's hit an run now, motherfuck anyone of you We dem niggas be in ya crib just like fruniture Pop up wit the gun in ya Release one for zero-zero M (Yeah) Bleek-R-O-C (Yeah yeah) dot com (Yeah)
(Beanie Sigel) This Philly cat back at it Still throwin crack at it Still fuckin wit them crack-atics Still bust'em wit them black Matics It's ain't the bucks, it's the rush You tryin to get my ass at it They say I think ass backwards Fuck how I act, as long as I stack, it's all math-matics Our tracks nice, hug the block ta tract dice Late night, club night, Mac attract dikes I pull up, Cadillac truck nice Two guns, you know Mac pack gat twice Gets that crack back wit that ice No joke wit the coke, i wips that right No doubt, never droubt, gets that price (Uh) It gets that nice, when you live that live Papi knows yours name and you ditched that wife nigga It's gets stacked green nigga, it gets stacked chain nigga (Uh uh)
(Amil) I get forty G's a feature now Hold Franklins like a Aretha now In the SL two seater now And I'm in nuthin but diamonds I'm the illest female that you heard thus far Five-five with the thirty-four B-cup bra I don't fuck wit dem cats who ain't up to par I get niggas for cash, clothes, jeweleries, plus cars (Uh) I'm talkin rent money (Uh), I'm talkin bank money (Uh) I'm talkin Martha Keats step of wit the rent money Movin on up, two in the sauna Still ride through the block, pull up on the corna, plus Give me an inch so I can take a mile I bring life like a new born naked child Bitches tryin ta come up, gotta wait a while (Uh-huh) As of now, Amil-lion (Yeah) just played ya style (You dealin wit), nigga
(Jay-Z) The, the Roc, the the, the Roc (Let me talk to ya'll niggas real quick) The, the Roc, uh uh, the Roc
Yo, y'all niggas truly ain't ready for this "Dynasty" thing Y'all thinkin "Blake Carrington", I'm thinkin more like "Ming" I got four nephews, and they all right in They all young and wild, plus they all like things And I'm havin a child, which is more frighting But cha'll about to witness is big business kid Big bosses, cocky, and big Benzsesses Come through flossin'em shiny rims it is An office don't pop up in their sentences I think you understand what type of event this is I don't think you know I focus young Memphis is Or I see was so real, when you add on Amil This is much more than rap, it's black Ontraponors Clothing, movie, and films, we come to conquer it all Roc-A-Wear, eighty mill like, eighteen months You could bullshit wit rap if you want, muthafuckers When it's all said and done, we gon see what's what Holla at Hov, I'll be in the cut (What, huh)
The, the Roc, the the, the Roc The, the Roc, the uh, the Roc (You rollin wit) The Roc, dynasty niggas (Whoop) Uh-huh, get'cha mind right, c'mon Roc-A-Fella Records, 2000 nigga Get'cha mind right, holla
[Amil] I'm making it hard for these little rap chicks to come out I'm coppin' whips you in the street with your thumb out You wanna battle but when it's time to spit you dumb out Singles I've touched been going platinum since the first one out I put on seven niggas just to carry me on Amilliyon say the hook let'em carry the song I be the only bitch on the mic makin' it hot With the smoke in the drop in the vacant lot Since this bitch been in this game I been takin' spots And if you hatin' me, shit you must be hatin' the Roc Take it there yeah, I break it down like this Ain't a bitch live who can make it sound like this Don't make Amilliyon have to pull rank Lyrics never on E, I keep a full tank Any nigga that I fuck wit got my name in the bank Yeah you heard me, he got at least my name in the bank
Chorus: 2xs Everything I spit be raw I be like 10lbs of coke and be quick to draw And it's pure fuck Miami, it be Ecuador For my peeps fuck a foot I got they leg in the door
Yo, let's take it to the whips, bitch five or six We could take it to the block flip dimes to bricks Take it to the mic see who spit the livest shit Who wanna take it to the streets to the nines and clips I'm the bitch that won't skate when daddy empty the safe Lie on the stand if Jake hem'em up with a case Far as this rap shit fuck fame or shine or rhyme I don't care who joint drop the same time as min Chicks redo albums once they heard my buzz Mother fuckers know, I'm a track murderer So you could, pop shit bitch run your mouth I know niggas that'll get you right in front of your house For free and that's just on the strength of me If you could touch Amil then you could mention me You think Jay wrote this, that's complimenting me I'm the best till somebody prove me differently
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You got beef, let's put it all on the table You want the hottest clique on the street You know the label You want the hottest bitch ever known I' willing and able Could y'all broads be story tale like a Eastside fable You want me to spit bitch make it payable If you lucky if you'll be hearing back within a day or two That's just comin from a chick who done paid her dues Know I'm the hottest chick from kicks to the gator shoes A yo, respect this shield of David piece on the necklace Now who wanna take it to some next shit? Hey yo I crush all bitches, eat up most niggas Teach these rap broads, train gold diggas You know I know niggas and you know I hld figures We speak but that don't mean my niggas is yo niggas We up in your spot strapped with the hoods on I am Major Coins and any bitch I put on nigga
(Verse 1) Call this bitch yor nigga when time is rough I lost a lot when you fell, life is hard to bluff You think its hell where you at Shit its hell on the streets You maintaining in the Bing, I'm surviving to eat Don't think am wilding, flexing whips and stuff Thinking I'm lost laying down Sex for trips and stuff I'll admit it I'm use to the finer things, We had major names even on the minor things Everywhere we went, mad bitches sizing me up You know they tight now, shit I get to drive the trucks But I wish you were spreading it riding it rough I think I miss that more then you buying me stuff Since you got knocked your man tried to hollar at me And those nigga's you stuck, they throwing dollars at me But you know this gaming, and Im just keeping it real Holding you down until you back on the field
(Chorus 2x) Feels like I do I feel when feeling down In the ground feeling down It can be most anyday
(Verse 2) Don't worry 'bout these streets I'm conrolling these grounds I might slip and miss a V-I but I'm holding it down Got the kids to take care its hard out here And its tearing my heart to play my part out here I seen that snitch and you know I got plots 4 years And your bid make me feel like I got the chair But ain't nobody tapping this I rather tap my own Watching tapes we made while I'm resting alone Wishing you home, pictures of you flipping the chrome What kind of chic will leave her man when he out the zone Me without you is like a stickman without a silencer Got me X-ing off days on the calendar I miss loading the glock so you could control the block I miss watching you work the dogs to tighten the lock Think of the time boo pushing it like a 6 double o You get your weight up I'm a drain you once they let go
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(Verse 3) I can see us back on the bricks, me on your shoulder Letting bitches know they wishes to have you are over So you ring your broads while you locked away I know its hard for a nigga on top not to play See Amil's the one you kept draped in ice I'm the one waiting silk down caked in spice Waiting for your calls or my box to vibrate Hoping you want me to come scoop you not being more weight I fell from Gucci sandals back to no name brands From a six and a mansion to beating the sands Staying true make ends meet to have enough for the love I take All-savage and stuff Have a brick where most F.E.D.S. dare to touch Fear none to see the cash, and us popping the clutch Chopping a Dutch-flip cop twice as much living low key A minute then heist and stuff If I have to wait while you gone I'm a take what comes If you don't see cash, know its hard in the slums Cause I ran through the stash and it ain't no funds
This how I creep on ya asses See how the beat is building I creep on your asses (Just blaze) Let me show y'all what the fuck I mean Uh uh jigga man ya heard Amillion ya heard Rocafella ya heard The dynasty lets go
Hook 1: [Jay-Z] (Amil)
All my ladies (that's right) You pop cris (that's right) You a hot bitch (that's right) Make that nigga trick (that's right) Get that dough ma (that's right) Let em know ma (that's right) Soon as you learn how da drive make em put you in a five mommie`
Hook 2: [Amil] (Jay-Z)
Yo you got dough (that's right) Let it show (that's right) If the moneys slow (that's right) You know the rest yo (buck buck buck) For my thug niggas (right) Bust a slug niggas (right) Fuck that get money show love niggas
[Jay-Z] Jigga man got grammys so grams cops cannot stand me Ladies want me to put cock in they hot panties Big man on campus six sadan Over 100 million made niggas shipped and scanned Niggas cannot stop, knocking that big pac, Knocking that big pun, poppin my big gun quick Run duck as soon as the gun bust Forget where I'm from be coughin ya up Robbin hood a the big truck Pickin the bums up I never know when I can be down my dumb luck But the flow so tough I've been beatin the drums up Been hot so long like I'm heatin the sun up Wanna come up ones and I'm beggin niggas to run up So I can take this heat and bang you ta next summa Number 1 rapper dippin mo mos' Don't make me come press ya wit this fo fo nigga
(Verse 1) I'm on the up and up to hot to touch nigga The narcs couldn't stop the rush Smuggled in the package tight I'm 98 a gram leaving attics nice I get 5 you don't get half a mic Been known to cut ass for the added hype And I pop too much shit to be the marriage type Get spoiled even when I'm not acting right Can't nobody come with the style I bring? Piece hanging on the chain just a dangling Motorola 2-way so the cell don't ring Crush R&B and I don't even sing No reference and no pro tools Till I'm up in my hersh I'm a show and prove Got up in the game and made my own rules Put heat on the reels until I blow the fuse
Chorus All Money is Legal Baby And what, and what All Money Is Legal Baby What 'chu thing, what 'chu know abut this All Money Is Legal Baby The higher the price The hotter the rhyme
(Verse 2) Amilliyon doper than heroin Shoes got to be Gucci wht the fresh pair on Spend up doe til its damn near gone Lay it down get spins all year long You know I run through them papers quick You know I rock them glaciers sick Chilling waiting for these shares to clear I'm the only hot bich you gonna hear this year You know I ass kick with no practice Any joint I'm on automatic classic Niggas pay me just to do ad-libs And I move the crowd like I move to Saks Fifth If I'm a gonna flash rocks then I'm a stash glocks If I'm a gonna talk shit then I'm a walk it All money is legal now I'm with Hov, Bleek and Sigel now
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(Verse 3) Give me my cue and I'm ready to roll Take a little ghetto celebrity stroll Floss with the minks to heavy to hold Baggettes be whoa, I gets me doe I'm an uptown swinger With the light blue on the pinkie finger Amilliyon 'bout to shake some ass I'm crack packed in till it break the glass Keep crates of papes, in the steel encased safe Watch doe accumulate like real-estate And you know I gotta keep tricks up the sleeve Leav'em bankrupt with blue balls till the dick bleed Save all receipts write it off quickly If I'm a ball I'm play up in the big leagues Never fold when the pressure come You could put Amil up against the best of 'em
[Amil] Uh, yeah It's like....I don't know what to do I mean, what should I do? Uh, yeah, yeah yeah
See I've got lil secret But I don't think I could keep it Now when you first stepped to me Didn't think you wanted to do me Started taking me to dinner and the movies Had me open off the minks and jewelry Buying me things that you know I wanted Begging me for loving and you know I fronted Now we doing more then getting blunted And we both know we shouldn't of done it Because wifey at home and that's a no, no How we gonna keep this on the low, low? Try to let got but the tricking won't stop Feels so good baby please don't stop I'm not trying to disrespect her But everybody know what's up except her
Chorus: See I'm gone tell your girlfriend That you been doing more than flirting Where you at when you say you working Yeah I'm gone tell your girlfriend
I know I'm not the only one claming you Your girl did a good job training you She could feed the kids and wash the clothes She could cook dinner and mop the floors Just keep giving me a lot of doe And give me some loving before you gotta go Once you get home your girl be beefin' Wondering where you was this weekend Her cousin told her that she seen us creepin' I guess by now she know you cheatin' She must of found my number cause she calling me Couldn't talk cause her man was all in me Told her call me back at a quarter to three Now that's the way real players ought to be Shall I tell her bout the S he ordered me So hy you fuckin' with him? Cause he can afford me
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It was the money that made me get with you But right now I'm trying to get rid of you Cause you always at my house like I live with you Wanna lock me down like I got kids with you See I knew from the gate that you was taken If I told you that I loved you, I was only faken Shit it ain't like that I wanna keep you But I'll beep you when I need you Now who getting played better you than me Cause I know you could never be true to me If you did it to her you could do it to me Start slippin' and you might be losing me Fuck getting hair done and a manicure That's for beginner bitches and amateurs I want a house on the beach, couple whips and more Motherfucker mow you know what Major Coins stand for
[Amil] Yo, ever since I known you, you been out to get me Acting like my peeps, but I know that's how you tricked me Love to see me get high, love to see my tipsy Heard you even wanna stick a little chip in me You been trying to play me close ever since my shine Wanna take me to dinner, feed me shrimp and swine You said, "Amil I want you to meet a good friend of mine His name is Money and we partners till the end of time" Introduced me to your clique, hate, envy, lust and greed Said you want the whole world in ya custody And if I give you my soul you'll give me luxuries Said you could hit me up wit power, it's just up to me I turn you on when I'm in short skirts and tight jeans You want my kids to write Santa and celebrate Halloween Told me sell my people crack and get rich off fens You love the number 6 but hate the number 13
Chorus: [Carl Thomas] We'll have some quarrels Some disappointments And a whole lot of problems And you will except me
[Amil] You wanna, be the one to pick me up when I fall Told me hang Casear bojease on my living room wall It was always something bout you that made my skin crawl You turned me into a player and showed me how to ball You give me rewards when I rob and steal Want me to abort my babies and get on the pill You put burners in the hood so each other we kill I see your eye watching me on the dollar bills When I got the scoop on you, it just made you mad Cause I moved out your crib, packed all my bags Them days I turned to you was the days you laughed You used to smile every time I pledge allegiance to the flag We speak now and then but we ain't smacking hands You be up in the clubs asking me for a dance Still trying to convince me to go cheat on my man Begging me to please give you just one more chance
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[Amil] When we was kids you was the one who taught me how to lie Said I could always use you as my alibi And you kept me from knowledge, wisdom, and the most high Had me believe God had blonde hair and blue eyes Our relationship went sour since I found the truth You know you can't have me so you fuck with my youth You got all my phones tapped, I gotta talk at booths I learned an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth You built Sodom and Gomorra for us all to live in When we was cool you used to tell me all your visions Like how you gonna rule the nations under one religion You got this New World order, it's like a big prison You said you wanna be worshipped from noon to noon Nothings gonna get better is what we all assumed Cause nights is getting shorter and it's snowing in June I see you working overtime cause you out of here soon
Nigga you ain't told me nothing i ain't heard and Action speaks louder than words and Said you would treat me right They said you be sweating every freak in sight Yeah i know, one day you gon marry me Yeah i know, you want to have your seed Yeah i know, don't worry, 'cause there is no other Yeah i know, and you can't stand your baby mother, right Oh, you never felt this way before, huh Wanna keep me in the gucci stores, huh What happened to them minks and the diamond rings Lying ass nigga, you ain't buyin me things Nigga don't tell me i'm your flyest bitch If i can't get the keys just to drive the whip If i ain't the one you take on the private trips If you got it like you say you do then provide them chips nigga
Chorus [jay-z] We'll always be togetha No one can fuck you betta [amil] Yeah nigga i heard this all before Yeah nigga i heard this all before Yeah nigga you drive me crazy I wanna have your baby [jay-z] Yeah bitch, i heard this all before Yeah bitch, i heard this all before
[jay-z] I thought you ain't like rap You was deceiving me All you do all day is watch bet Actin like you ain't recognize when you met me in the ride Mispronouncing my name, squinting your eyes You shouldn't play games wit pimp like i Now that i gained you, i'm supposed to sympathise Yeah i know, you hait parties and you never go out Yeah i know, you a nun and you stay in your house Yeah i know, well can you please do me this favor How you been with three rappers and six ball players, tell me that Shit, we both gamin eachother Lying through our teeth, both blaming eachother I tried to front on you i take you to my rest You tried to front on me actin like you ain't impressed I'm tryin to see if the coochie's propa You trying to score your self a gucci parka And that new shit from prada You tryin to get a rich baby father I'm tryin to forget you by tomorra This ain't rocket science Ain't no rock buyin, just a hard rock lyin And stop frontin like your shit is real You get your game from oprah and lauryen hill And if you are a nice girl, and i read you wrong Look, i'm sorry if i lead you on, ok
[amil] Nah nigga, you ain't got to apologize I knew that bitch want your cousin on your father's side I mean damn, you don't even let me answer your cell I mean damn, why i still got to ring the bell? I find girl phone numbers and you say they your mans When i call you don't even know who i am So you can go ahead wit all that game you throw me Don't tell me, motherfucka show me
Amil outlaw fly indeed Got every chic's man eyeing me Think you could crush this try and see Its the major coin i-n-c And am too hot to just be warm I start fire alarms from dusk to dawn Catch me with the diamond clusters on And Gucci feathered sandals with the mustard thong Model Mommy The body like a cola bottle mommy Mulatto up in the galoino mommy One in a Amiliyon killin' em Might have to change my name to billioyn Voice so ill you'll wanna speak my shit Joints so hot you'll wanna leak my shit Plus haters sneak peek my shit But still I be the only one to freak this shit
Y'all dead wrong If you think you fuckin' wit this And you'll know That y'all got nothing on this Y'all want that or you want something like this Those who hate Yeah y'all just fronting on this Why chicks don't wanna rap on the same song as me You need a verse ma, its on me See all this publishing belong to me Just imagine how the second album gonna be Non-stop party hopping Roc roc rocs and keep on rocking Everything I spit be popping Anything Amiliyon want she copping (Whoop Whoop) Ain't nothing change And I play more ballers then them rucker games Light gray studs, ring, watch, plus the chain Will I ever be broke what's my name? Have you ever seen a chick like this? Ever heard one spit like this? I dead 'em all put my word on that All money is legal and I murder tracks Cute as a button Can't tell this bitch nothin' Ghetto fab whole click bubbling Diana Ross the boss of the rock Shit you know me I got to floss at the spot W
[Jon-John] You know how i do Browntown, Roc-A-Fella
[Amil] Where my ballers at? Where my thugs at? Where my fellows at? Where my coins at? Where my bitches at? Where my ladies at? Where my ballers at? Where my thugs at? Where my fellows at? Where my coins at? Where my bitches at? Where my ladies at?
Let me know what tha deal, keep it real If you wanna build Ain't nothing wrong with a roughneck Rockin' dirty Timbs, baggy jeans, and a nice chest What you do on the low? You Bling-bling You's a thug for sure, I want ice cold ice, hit me off Wanna break me off, you gotta break me off Break me off
Chorus: However you wanna get down I can get down, baby, like you get down You know I don't play around If you got diamonds, maybe we can get down However you wanna get down I can get down, baby, like you get down You know I don't play around If you got diamonds, maybe we can get down, get down
Can I live? Let me live, you want me Then you gotta give I'm a bad girl, such a bad girl Not a hot girl, but a rock girl Drive a drop girl Hair is done, body's right You wanna touch cause I'm just that tight We can roll, we can stroll but I gotta let you know I ain't giving out without doe
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So if you wanna get with me Then diamonds is what I need You are what I need And if you want to make me happy Then give me some of your cream Give it to me baby, give it to me, give it to me
[Amil] Rap: Uh huh, yeah Amilliyon, Major Coins Uh It be the brokest niggas always talking shit I don't even notice niggas who can't offer shit What that look like, a broke nigga flossin this Major Coin, meaning high costing bitch Only a baller in fact can keep me in the minks To the small of my back, I'm just keeping it real Letting y'all know from the gate, no papes, no scrapes You ain't hungry for it, no plates Mother fucker you'll get clowned first Treat you like a corner scrub slinging an ounce of dirt Think about it, what sound worse? Telling my Coins you broke, or you drowned the purse? See only official bitches wifey of a rich nigga A smart bitch, fuck with no trick niggas Them grimy bitches fuck with stick niggas And a dumb bitch just fuck you for your dick nigga
My life Is in the arms of the man upstairs Through trials and tribulations He'll always be there You see I know he loves me And I know he cares And he'll bever put more on me Than I can bear
(Verse 1) Is it a blessing to live or a blessing to die? Let me finish out this hell with no questions why I should be happy I'm on and dressing fly But is the game changing me for the extra pie If you could look into the life I live Three sixty catching up to all the trife I did Got my people up north trying to slice the bid While I'm in love with a nigga with a wife and kid Maybe if my pops ain't abandon me I wouldn't let so many niggas take advantage of me Using me some even put their hands on me I wonder what the most high got planned for me My life line getting shorter when I look in my palms Swore I'll be nothing like my biological mom She ain't raise me so naturally I never felt a bond At 16 got my GED never saw a prom
(Chorus) I been weak and I been strong I been through the fire, I been through the storm Try to do right and I know I do wrong Just be happy for me when my life is gone Cause no more hurt and no more tears There'll be no more pain and no more fears No more people in my face that's not sincere So smile 4 me when I'm no longer here
(Verse 2) At a young age I let the world turn me out
Pellets and purple haze been burnt me out A hard knock life is all I learned about Trying to eat the only thing I be concerned about Telling my youth everything happens for a reason Let him know ain't that his father wanted to leave him If it wasn't for the streets he'd still be breathing Trying to raise him myself but I know he need him Me and my seed used to live off mostly welfare Only two checks a month for us both to share I remember making sure that the coast was clear So I could boost us some muthaf**king clothes to wear Had to hustle 'cause them food stamps just wasn't enough Upstate back to Broadway gott to go re-up All this fast cash only turned the heat up Can't afford to get knocked but who gonna feed us
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(Verse 3) Can't shake these thoughts of suicide Anyone I ever loved or was close to died Ones I trusted or thought was being true lied A lifetime of tears but only a few I cried Try to take my past stick it up on a shelf But my actions stem from all the pain I felt I'm just trying to make the best out the hand I dealt If I fall who can I turn to for help Hope my man with me or with my health Will he be there through good and bad sickness and health? Does he want the real me or somebody else? I been in wars just so I don't jurt myself Now that I'm on most can't stand me now They was happy when I rocked all them hand me downs When I need them funny how they can't be found That's why the most high's my only family now
is it a blessin' to live or a blessin' to die? Let me finish off this hell with no questions why I should be happy i'm on and i'm dressed in fly but is the game changing me for The extra pie? If you could just look into the life i live 360 catching up on all the trife i did Got my peoples up north trynna slice the bids While i'm in love with a nigga with a wife and kid Maybe if my pops aint abondend me I wouldn't let so many niggas take advantage of me Using me Some even put their hands on me I wonder what the most high god planned for me My life line gettin' shorter when i look at my palms Will i be notin' like my biological moms She aint raised me so naturally i never felt the bond At 16 got my ged never saw a prom
Chorus: i've been weak and i've been strong Been through the fire ive'been through the storms I try to do right and i know i do wrong Just be happy for me when my life is gone No more hurt and no more tears The'll be no more pain and no more fears No more people in my face that's Not sincere so Smile for me when i'm no longer here
At a younge age i let the world turn me out Pellets and purple haze been burnt me out A hardknock life was i learned about Trynna ease the only thing i be concerned about Tellin' my youth everything happen for a reason Let them know it aint daddy's fault the moneys be leavin' If it wasn't for the streets he'd still be breathin; Trynna raise him by myself but i know he need him Me and my seed used to live for mostly welfare Only two checks a month for us both to share I remember makin' sure that the cost was clear so i could boost us Some mother fuckin' clothes to wear Had to hustle cuz those food stamps just wasn't enough Up state back to ? gotta throw me up All this fast cash only turned the heat up Can't afford to get knocked but who gonna feed us?
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Can't shake these thoughts of suicide Anyone i ever loved though was close to die Ones i trusted or though was being true, lied A life time of tears but just a few i cried Try to take my past and stick it up on the shelf Will my actions stay from all the pain i felt Just trynna make the best out the hand i delt If i fall who can i turn to for help Is my man with me and not my wealth Will he be there through good and bad sickness and health Does he want the real me or somebody else? I've been ? just so i don't hurt myself Now that i'm on Most can't stand me now But they was happy when i rocked all them hand me downs When i need 'em funny how they can't be found That's why the most high's my only family now
(Memphis Bleek) Yeah yeah (Uh uh) Memph Man, my nigga Tah Phife This ones for the family (What's Up?) Understand me, yeah (Uh-huh) We gonna do it right for all these bitch ass niggas talkin gangsta (R-O-C) We dem killas, real, and in studio Check it out, yo
Aiyo, this time it's for my family, we ride or die It's in the blood til the death, now aim for the sky My four blow fo show, fo doe, for only It's money, drugs and hot slugs You know Bleek squeeze hammers til they nail me Fuck wha niggas tell me Street scholar, keep firin is wha they tell me Drug chemist, thug nigga be named Memphis Straight from da borough of dem B.K. niggas Where we rob for the fun of it, hustle for the drug of it Rap money in rubba-bands, just for the love of it Straight from my ghetto, we listen to heavy metal like Desert Eagles, street sweepers, loud metal It's hit an run now, motherfuck anyone of you We dem niggas be in ya crib just like fruniture Pop up wit the gun in ya Release one for zero-zero M (Yeah) Bleek-R-O-C (Yeah yeah) dot com (Yeah)
(Beanie Sigel) This Philly cat back at it Still throwin crack at it Still fuckin wit them crack-atics Still bust'em wit them black Matics It's ain't the bucks, it's the rush You tryin to get my ass at it They say I think ass backwards Fuck how I act, as long as I stack, it's all math-matics Our tracks nice, hug the block ta tract dice Late night, club night, Mac attract dikes I pull up, Cadillac truck nice Two guns, you know Mac pack gat twice Gets that crack back wit that ice No joke wit the coke, i wips that right No doubt, never droubt, gets that price (Uh) It gets that nice, when you live that live Papi knows yours name and you ditched that wife nigga It's gets stacked green nigga, it gets stacked chain nigga (Uh uh)
(Amil) I get forty G's a feature now Hold Franklins like a Aretha now In the SL two seater now And I'm in nuthin but diamonds I'm the illest female that you heard thus far Five-five with the thirty-four B-cup bra I don't fuck wit dem cats who ain't up to par I get niggas for cash, clothes, jeweleries, plus cars (Uh) I'm talkin rent money (Uh), I'm talkin bank money (Uh) I'm talkin Martha Keats step of wit the rent money Movin on up, two in the sauna Still ride through the block, pull up on the corna, plus Give me an inch so I can take a mile I bring life like a new born naked child Bitches tryin ta come up, gotta wait a while (Uh-huh) As of now, Amil-lion (Yeah) just played ya style (You dealin wit), nigga
(Jay-Z) The, the Roc, the the, the Roc (Let me talk to ya'll niggas real quick) The, the Roc, uh uh, the Roc
Yo, y'all niggas truly ain't ready for this "Dynasty" thing Y'all thinkin "Blake Carrington", I'm thinkin more like "Ming" I got four nephews, and they all right in They all young and wild, plus they all like things And I'm havin a child, which is more frighting But cha'll about to witness is big business kid Big bosses, cocky, and big Benzsesses Come through flossin'em shiny rims it is An office don't pop up in their sentences I think you understand what type of event this is I don't think you know I focus young Memphis is Or I see was so real, when you add on Amil This is much more than rap, it's black Ontraponors Clothing, movie, and films, we come to conquer it all Roc-A-Wear, eighty mill like, eighteen months You could bullshit wit rap if you want, muthafuckers When it's all said and done, we gon see what's what Holla at Hov, I'll be in the cut (What, huh)
The, the Roc, the the, the Roc The, the Roc, the uh, the Roc (You rollin wit) The Roc, dynasty niggas (Whoop) Uh-huh, get'cha mind right, c'mon Roc-A-Fella Records, 2000 nigga Get'cha mind right, holla
Remember when we met like a year ago? When I was milkin' out trix like cereal Fuck a Chon Don Nectar Imperial Treat me right I'll show you wifey material Never would of thought we'd get down like this Said you never been this happy til you found this bitch At the Ritz countin' stacks like pounds was flipped In the morning go shoppin let me bounce the 6 Get a kiss on the lips when I'm around your clique Get the feeling one day you'll be crownin this You inspire me to lace all the nouns I spit Compared to you them other cats don't amount to shit Always kept it wet like Bangladesh Turned me out like mesh when you spank the flesh Got me rotten tricken 50% and bank the rest Your name chipped out on my tennis anklet
Chorus: You treat me right You make me smile I know you care No one could compare You show me love You got my back You always here No one could compare
Ain't no nigga like the one I got my nigga And that's from the heart my nigga Cuz you brought me from the slums to the top my nigga Show these bitches what you got done to my watch my nigga Ain't a millionaire who could take your place Got me screamin out your name when we shake and bake Who dat on the other line nigga? make em wait Everybody told me don't fuck wit you But despite all the rumors I'm in love with you Nothing's ever too little or too much for you If you ever leave I wouldn't know what to do Shit you for me open like the bank accounts Started screenin calls, stopped hangin out Everything about you got me blankin out You keep satisfied plus franklyned out
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You think you was the first to ever make me nut Be callin you daddy like you raised me up Maybe one day we'll have a lil baby us Growin up listenin to jay-z and stuff Cuz what we are- is a perfect combo We done come too far- to let this go It ain't gotta be a star- to be in my show When my man needs me I run to it When my man calls me I jump to it Give up everything if it come to it Got a ring on my left hand with lumps through it You my best friend, confidon, other hand Up in the bubble bath, makin each other laugh I doubt,- if I could ever give anotha the ass Ya'll mad- cuz this ain't what most lovers have
(Amil) I'm making it hard for these little rap chicks to come out I'm coppin' whips you in the street with your thumb out You wanna battle but when it's time to spit you dumb out Singles I've touched been going platinum since the first one out I put on seven niggas just to carry me on Amilliyon say the hook let'em carry the song I be the only bitch on the mic makin' it hot With the smoke in the drop in the vacant lot Since this bitch been in this game I been takin' spots And if you hatin' me, shit you must be hatin' the Roc Take it there yeah, I break it down like this Ain't a bitch live who can make it sound like this Don't make Amilliyon have to pull rank Lyrics never on E, I keep a full tank Any nigga that I fuck wit got my name in the bank Yeah you heard me, he got at least my name in the bank
Chorus: 2xs Everything I spit be raw I be like 10lbs of coke and be quick to draw And it's pure fuck Miami, it be Ecuador For my peeps fuck a foot I got they leg in the door
Yo, let's take it to the whips, bitch five or six We could take it to the block flip dimes to bricks Take it to the mic see who spit the livest shit Who wanna take it to the streets to the nines and clips I'm the bitch that won't skate when daddy empty the safe Lie on the stand if Jake hem'em up with a case Far as this rap shit fuck fame or shine or rhyme I don't care who joint drop the same time as min Chicks redo albums once they heard my buzz Mother fuckers know, I'm a track murderer So you could, pop shit bitch run your mouth I know niggas that'll get you right in front of your house For free and that's just on the strength of me If you could touch Amil then you could mention me You think Jay wrote this, that's complimenting me I'm the best till somebody prove me differently
Chorus:
You got beef, let's put it all on the table You want the hottest clique on the street You know the label You want the hottest bitch ever known I' willing and able Could y'all broads be story tale like a Eastside fable You want me to spit bitch make it payable If you lucky if you'll be hearing back within a day or two That's just comin from a chick who done paid her dues Know I'm the hottest chick from kicks to the gator shoes A yo, respect this shield of David piece on the necklace Now who wanna take it to some next shit? Hey yo I crush all bitches, eat up most niggas Teach these rap broads, train gold diggas You know I know niggas and you know I hld figures We speak but that don't mean my niggas is yo niggas We up in your spot strapped with the hoods on I am Major Coins and any bitch I put on nigga
